He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply against my skin and exhaling with a low groan.
Luke had wanted sex.
But Chase? He wanted me.
His broad hands landed on the strip of bare skin beneath the hem of my sweater, lifting it slightly.
“Can I?” he murmured.
I nodded. “Yes.”
Carefully, he tugged it off over my head and tossed it aside. He sat back on his knees and bit back a grin, shaking his head.
“Baby, you’re so hot, and you don’t even know it.”
With one hand, he pulled off his black T-shirt and dropped it to the floor. He loomed over me again, bracketing my arms with his while his smooth skin radiated heat against my bare stomach and chest. His lips met mine as I ran my fingertips down the hard planes of muscle that covered his stomach, probing, exploring.
He rolled so we were on our sides, facing each other. Then he smoothed a hand down my ribs, landing on my hipbone. Skimming across to the center of my stomach, he toyed with my waistband, his eyes on my face, waiting—a question. With an arm around his neck, I pulled him closer and kissed him again.
With nimble fingers, he undid the button on my jeans and unzipped them. Then he broke apart from the kiss to slowly tug them off before cupping between my legs over the fabric of my black lace underwear. He groaned as I grabbed him—rock hard and huge—over the top of his pants.
Tugging, he moved my underwear aside and slid his fingers against my center. My hips jerked in response, and I drew in a shuddering breath as pleasure rippled through my core. Warmth spread across my skin, and the ache between my legs grew, the sense of want growing into a desperate need.
Ducking low, he placed a row of kisses down my chest while reaching behind my back to undo my bra with one hand. He slid it off and cupped my breasts, kissing his way back up my neck.
“Let me take care of you,” he said against my skin.
“What do you mean?”
Chase pulled back, his dark eyes hungry, his lips curved.
“I want to eat your pussy, James.”
Heat shot through my body. My heart thudded against my ribcage, and I held my breath for a beat.
“Okay.” I nodded.
He flashed me a wicked grin before kissing his way down my body, alternating licking and sucking. Strong hands skimmed my ribcage, past my hips, landing on my inner thighs. Planting a kiss over the center of my underwear, he slid his hands under and slowly pulled them off.
Chase spread my legs apart, exposing me to him. He ran his hands over my hips and down to my knees and back, his eyes gleaming with desire.
“Fuck, baby. Your body is so beautiful. Every single inch of it.”
I waited breathlessly, and he turned, planting soft kisses on my inner thighs, working higher until he was almost where I needed him. He circled his arms around my outer thighs, wrapping my legs around his shoulders.
Shifting his body, he settled between my legs and flattened his tongue against my center. My breath hitched and I jumped slightly.
He grabbed my left hand, lacing his fingers with mine, all the while teasing and caressing, coaxing me with his tongue until it felt too good to focus on anything else. I shifted into a state of hyperawareness. Of his hands, his lips, his tongue. It was like seeing color for the first time.
My muscles eased as the warm sensation within my belly grew, drowning out all my other senses. His mouth moved against me faster, growing more purposeful. I squirmed as the intensity of the sensations grew, verging on unbearable.
I gasped, legs jolting. “Ohmigod.”
Chase rumbled a low, throaty laugh against me. He released my hand, snaking his free arm under my leg so both were wrapped around my thighs. Keeping the same pace and pressure, he worked me with his tongue in long, devastating stokes. A breathy whimper escaped me, my back arching in response. It felt so good, almost too good to continue. I desperately needed release, but I never wanted it to stop.
My breath quickened, shortening into shallow pants. I grasped his dark silky hair with one hand, tugging at the roots, and fisted the covers with the other.
He used his arms to pin my thighs down, keeping me open for him while my hips bucked, my pelvis tilting. Pulling me down the bed, yanking me closer to him, he devoured me as I came apart with a moan.
Chase kept going, working my body with his tongue until I was almost too sensitive to continue. Then he pulled away and planted a gentle kiss between my legs, followed by a trail of them up and down my inner thighs. My knees were weak, legs unsteady, even though I wasn’t standing.
He shifted back up to the head of the bed and leaned on one elbow. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey.” As I came down from the high, I was acutely aware of how naked I was, especially since Chase was still partially clothed. He’d seen every single inch of my body. Every. Single. One.
I turned, scrambling to grab my tank top and underwear off the floor, and slid them on quickly. He picked up my shorts and handed them to me.
“How are you doing?”
“Um…Dazed?” No further discussion necessary—I couldn’t have faked that if I tried. I wasn’t even sure what had just happened. It was like an out-of-body experience that I hadn’t fully returned from.
“Good.” He grinned. “That was so fucking hot.”
Chase waited until I slid into my shorts and then grabbed hold of me with big, strong hands. “Come here.” He lifted my hips up slightly, pulling me toward him on the bed and wrapping his arm around me.
Brows knit together, I studied him. I was more than a little confused.
“I feel like I’m leaving you hanging.”
He shook his head. “Not at all.”
“But you didn’t—”
Chase caught my eye, stroking my hair. “It’s not a hockey game, James. I’m not keeping score.” He kissed my lips softly. “But if I was, I’d definitely want you to win.”
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CHAPTER 26
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Bailey
I’d never been proven wrong about so many things in such a short period of time. Or been so happy to be wrong in the first place.
After kissing outside the truck at his place, inside the truck, and outside it again, Chase walked me to my front door and wrapped me in a big hug. I inhaled his scent, relaxing against the warmth of his embrace. Everything was easy with him in a way I’d never thought possible.
He pulled back, broad hands sliding down to my waist, holding my gaze for a beat, and he gave me a smile that made my knees go weak. “I’ll call you tonight, okay?”
“Okay,” I said. “And good luck this weekend.”
We lingered, looking at each other on the front step. Mostly because I didn’t want him to leave, but also partly because I didn’t want to go inside.
He frowned, expression clouding over. “You can stay at my place while I’m gone if you want.”
“Without you?”
“Yeah,” he said. “To get a break from your roommates, I mean. Shiv will be there alone, so…” He shrugged. “She would probably like the company.”
“Actually, we did make plans to get together for dinner.”
He raised his eyebrows. “For apartment hunting? That’s awesome.”
“To talk about it more, at least. Maybe make a list of places to check out.”